Satan was walking around Hell, looking at the people being tortured. He checked today's schedule. In the morning they would be chased by giant fire ants, the evening they'd be put in the Iron Bull, and at night they'd do the nightly lava pits. For now, it was time for food break. You see, here in Hell, they followed a specific schedule of torture. During the morning, always something imaginative, the evening is some sort of medieval torture device, and at night, always the lava pits. The lava pits are pits of lava, and if you try to get out of the pits, a demon will stab you with a pitchfork to push you back in. During lunch, there's special spike food that when you eat it, causing intense pain to your insides, but if you don't eat it, during the torture, it hurts twice as much. When the lava pits time is finished, and it's not morning yet, you go to bed on a bed made of spikes, and your dreams are intense nightmares that you wouldn't believe. At random, some unlucky residents of Hell, instead of going to the torture chambers, for one day, are given to Satan to be dropped off a cliff and into jagged spikes of pain. Satan sighed. Hell truly was a great place! He sat on his throne of fire and layed back, dropping some residents off the cliff.

Locke woke up on a spiked bed. She'd just been shot at: her execution. It was okay though, just a nightmare. Yet when she looked around at her surroundings, she knew better. She got up off the spiked bed and cautiously walked out the door.
She was speechless. Speechless and thinkless. It was Hell.
"God damn it, how did I deserve this?!" she yelled out loud.

Satan heard one of the residents yell out. He loved greeting the newcomers. Since he was Satan, he could address any new arrival that came to Hell. He appeared infront of her cell. "Let's see, multiple murders, several treasons against your government, letting a psycho killer into the world, and all so that you could solve a mystery that you had made up." he stated happily. "You better find yourself lucky that it's night when you arrived in Hell, all you have to put up with is a spiked bed, horrific nightmares, and the thought of your future schedule. Anything you would like to say before I leave you?"

Locke looked over Satan. Her thoughts were going crazy, as she couldn't tell anything about him.
"Yeah. Um. is suicide possible in Hell, and how boring will this be? Well, I know it won't be boring, but still. Nothing intresting" she said.

Satan laughed intensely. "You can't suicide when you're already dead, and don't worry, you're going to be very entertained down here." he chuckled, then looked up into the roof of Hell. "Oh, soon you're going to get a taste of the daily schedule, because soon, night-time in Hell will be over, and you'll be able to see the daily schedule!" he said, as Hell got a bit brighter. "See you in the tortures!" he disappeared and appeared in his throne. "Rise and shine, residents!" he roared to all the residents of Hell. "It's time for the morning torture chambers: Brazen Bull! Walk along the halls without resistance, or be speared by the demons." and so, demons with spears we're pushing people along into a large room filled with bulls made of metal. The hatches were unlocked and people were being pushed into bulls, then the demons would light fires under the bull when the person was secured inside.

((Sorry, busy the past few days and on a flight today. Then when I typed it up on my phone, it got deleted.))

Among the denizens being forced into the iron bulls, a shell of a man crawled desperately to get away from the demons repeatedly stabbing him in the back due to his relative slowness. All of his limbs where intact, but beyond that he wasn't far removed at all from being a snake, or perhaps even a worm. Blinded by the wires holding his eyes shut, he had spent so long dragging himself across the scorching ground that he seemed to writhe and squirm as his main method of locomotion. He let out a cry of despair and collapsed, stopping for a second, only to have a spear thrust into his back forcing him to move again.

Satan sat in his chair, relaxed and listening to the sound of the residents screaming. He was glad Hell was infinite, so there was plenty of room down here for plenty of residents.